Step by step routine

Shen Xiansi was speechless, he even understood Rong Zhiming's difficulty, that's why he dared to kill Shen Mingting in such an open manner, without carefully planning and concealing it.

"I'm sorry." Shen Xiansi bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

"It's just a different position." Rong Zhiming broke away his hand, "I just ask you, can you tell me where I am?"

Shen Xiansi clenched her hands and shook her head, "I can't."

"I understand." Rong Zhiming took a few deep breaths, and his ups and downs became calm, "I don't ask you not to take revenge, and you don't ask me not to look for it. Yuezhi, it's late at night, so rest well. "After speaking, he took a deep look at him, and walked out the door.

When putting his hand on the door, Rong Zhiming heard Shen Xiansi say: "Zhiming, do you have lumps in your heart?"

"Time will solve everything." This time, he opened the door and went out without hesitation.The moment the door closed, Shen Xiansi clutched her throbbing abdomen, and slowly moved back to sit on the side of the bed.

He stared at the dancing candlelight for a long time with his eyebrows fixed, his movements remained unchanged, and after sitting for an unknown amount of time, Yun'er led Hua Yuan into the room.

With a pulse, Hua Yuan frowned slightly, "You know it, right?"

Shen Xiansi placed one hand gently on her abdomen, nodded, "Can you keep it?"

"It's very dangerous, and suffering is inevitable. But...Master, you have already made up your mind. Do you have to stay?"

"If you have it, let's stay." He thought of the doll who came and left without a sound last time, and felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't agree, but I will try my best. But master, it depends on whether you can persuade General Rong." Hua Yuan wrote the prescription for confinement, "Also, Shen Mingting is dead, what do you plan to think about the prince of Xijiang? Confession?"

Oh, and this character.Wang Lanqing, a different surname in Xijiang, who is now in power in Xijiang, has a little emotional relationship with Shen Mingting, not to mention love, but seeing his downfall, he moved to lock him in his backyard to play with.With a dance at the border, Lan Qing recognizes Shen Xiansi, and uses Shen Xiansi's identity as a threat to reach an agreement with the person who will take Shen Mingting out of Shen Mingting's hands and give it to him.

On Xiao Jue's birthday, he ordered someone to deliver a letter, allowing another three months.

"Help it first." Shen Xiansi closed his eyes, there were so many things that he was irritable. "Let me think about it..."

"I will discuss this matter with Eunuch Lin. Master, the time for Qianji medicine bath is only ten days, but you'd better delay it for one month now, it will be a bit difficult..."

"I understand, Hua Yuan, go and rest."

...

When Xiao Jue woke up, she was held in someone's arms. Although there was nothing good about her body, the other's embrace was extraordinarily warm and comfortable.

He was tossed all night, and after a hasty bath, he went to meet with all the officials and envoys to receive the court congratulations, and to hold the Queen's Hall. When he sat down, his fingers were shaking, and he had a high fever at night.

When you are sick, you are weak and less rational.As soon as he thought of a certain culprit sleeping soundly in his own palace, he knocked the queen unconscious, then quietly came to Dexin Palace, and asked someone to pour cold water on Song Wei, who was drunk and sleeping soundly.

The person was not awakened by the splash, but he fainted first.

When I woke up, it was like this.

angry?angry?Before the high fever dissipated, His Majesty the Emperor, who was in a daze, punched Song Wei's chest with weak hands and feet. The kick was light and soft, like a daughter venting anger for no reason, so delicate and cute.

After waking up, Song Wei grabbed the person's hand, "I'm sorry, Xiao Jue'er, I'm an asshole, come on, hit me a few more times." Covering the back of the other person's hand, she slapped her face in a mock manner, and slapped her face He even kissed her with his lips, which was more like a hooligan.

His Majesty the Emperor, whose face was pale and red, said angrily, "My hands are soft... hooligans..."

Song Wei put down his hand, "Is there any other discomfort?"

"Headache, backache, there... hurts." As if shy, His Majesty shrank into the quilt, revealing only the top of his black hair and red ears, "I feel uncomfortable seeing you."

This soft and aggrieved tone, if not because of illness, I probably won't hear it in this life.

Heart was so soft that Song Wei said dotingly: "Okay, okay, I'm leaving, Xiao Jue'er has a good rest." After speaking, she was about to get up, but was held back by a hot hand.

"Don't go, I can't sleep well." Only when you are here can I sleep well.

"But, didn't you see that I was uncomfortable?" Song Wei asked.

Xiao Jue popped her head out from under the quilt, revealing her beautiful watery almond eyes, then brushed down her eyelashes like a small brush, and said earnestly: "This way, you won't be able to see."

Oh my god, are hot people so cute?Song Wei couldn't control it for a while, she held the man's face and kissed her.

"Don't get carried away... After I recover, I'm going to take your head off." He raised his hand impatiently and waved away Song Wei's face, embraced the other's arm, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and fell asleep again past.

To apply medicine to Xiao Jue's private parts, Song Wei had no choice but to touch the other's sleeping point and get up.After applying the medicine, when Song Wei went out of the dormitory to let people go to decoct the medicine, two little fellows came to his palace.

Sitting on the fur cushion, the clown kissed Cong Cong's white and tender little cheek, then hugged the big white rabbit and kissed again, and then said to Lan'er, "Tutu is so sweet, my brother is not as soft as Tutu." , Chou Chou wants Tutu."

Cong Cong raised his paw and silently wiped his saliva, and grunted in a particularly displeased manner.

"Here, the clown didn't come home?" Song Wei pinched the big ball in surprise, it was too soft and felt so good, he wanted to ask Rong Zhiming how he raised the baby so fat.The clown pinched Song Wei happily.

"To accompany my brother, to play with my brother."

"You, you don't even want your father." Song Wei smiled.How could such a big child be willing to leave his parents, the breed of junior and junior is really different.

"I want it." The clown hugged Song Wei's arm, "Yeah, my younger brother is more patient than my father...I see my father every day, my eyes are tired, my brother is rare."

"Hey, I'm so surprised about my little baby." Song Wei hugged the little guy up, her hands were a little sore, really heavy.

Cong Cong got jealous, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey ran over to hug his leg, raised his finger and pointed at the clown, and yelled fiercely in a small milky voice: "Damn it, come down...you..."

"Brother, you can't bear the fierce doll." The clown kissed Song Wei's face, "Auntie, put Chou Chou down, Chou Chou is the elder brother, Chou Chou has to be bold, don't get angry with younger brother."

As he said that, he went down with his little fat arms fluttering, and fell into Lan'er's arms.

Cong Cong couldn't understand what he meant, but many years later he understood that this oppression is doomed since he was a child.After all, when he didn't know anything, he was ridiculed.

When Song Wei picked up the stingy little prince, the clown waved at him and Cong Cong, "Auntie, brother, Chou Chou is going home, don't want to mess with me too much, I know that Wo is too patient and Ni Meng will not bear it." the ~"

"Why do you suddenly want to go back, don't you want to play with your brother?"

The clown shook his little chirp, and said seriously: "Enough playing, I'm home, I miss my daddy. Chouchou also needs a hug..."